I DO NOT OWN REIGN OR GAME OF THRONES OR THE DIALOGUE FROM EITHER SHOW. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE CW, HBO, AND GEORGE R.R. MARTIN. I AN A HUGE FAN OF BRIENNE OF TARTH AND MARY STUART AND I THINK THEY BOTH SHOULD HAVE HAD A LOVE THAT WAS GOOD FOR THEM. THIS STORY STARTS AT THE END OF SEASON 3 AND GOES THROUGH SEASON 4 OF REIGN.
Port of Paris. Paris, France. August 1, 1561.
Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland, looked out at the harbor before her. She had dreamed of returning to Scotland for so many years. Seeing her homeland again, claiming her throne...it had seemed so far away to her for all the years she had spent in France. Now that it was actually happening, it seemed so surreal to her.
As she stood by the carriage that had brought her to the port, she remembered how brave she had been n standing up to the soldiers who had tried to remove Catherine de' Medici from the regency of France. Mary knew that she would have to be braver still once she landed on the Scottish shores. She was a Catholic Queen who was sailing for what could be considered a Protestant country. There was a very good chance that her subjects might not want her to come back at all. Mary looked over at the parcel that had been given to her by her dear friend: Sebastian de' Poitiers. Bash had decided to go along on this journey with her and she was truly grateful for it. Her need for loyal friends to stand by her side could not be overstated. Mary opened the parcel and she saw a letter on top of a royal French blanket. She took the letter and opened it. To her shock, it was from Francis Valois: The King she had ruled with, the husband she had lost, the soul mate that she had thought she would never see again.
"My dearest Mary...if you are reading this, that means you are leaving France to reclaim your Scottish throne." The letter read as Mary could hear the voice of her love speaking to her. "I always knew this day would come and I wish that I could be by your side as you set sail to claim what is yours. In the darkest of times, your heart was a conscience. You were my light Mary and it burns so very bright for France; no matter how far you may go...that light will burn forever. I have left you a gift: something I made for you to fight for what is yours, what you know in your heart is right. I love you Mary Stuart, forever."
Mary wept for her king as she removed the blanket and saw a beautiful sword that Francis had made for her. She smiled as she saw the jewels adorning the hilt. Francis had been taught the trade of a sword smith because in case he had ever lost his crown, he wanted to have a skill that could not be taken away from him by any man. Mary unsheathed the sword and admired the flawless blade before sheathing it once again.
"France...I feel that I shall never see you again." Mary said wistfully as she took one final look at the country that had sheltered her and protected her for so many years. She then turned back and gave her mercenaries the order to bird the ship bound for Edinburgh. It was time to return to her homeland and take her true crown and all of the power and responsibilities that came with it.
North Sea, off the coast of Southern Scotland. A few days later.
The seas were more violent than a drunken husband as Mary's ship moved closer to the Scottish isles. She tried desperately to keep the windows shut as the waves got higher and higher. Her ladies maid fell to the floor in a bout of seasickness.
"The storm is getting worse, you should go to your cabin!" Mary exclaimed as she helped the ladies maid to her feet.
"But your majesty…"
"Now!" The maid scurried off like a rat as the windows finally gave way and a powerful blast of water burst into the cabin. The Scottish Queen felt as though she was drowning as she could only pray for deliverance.
THIS IS A PROLOGUE FOR MARY. NEXT TIME, WE WILL GET ONE FOR THE MAID OF TARTH. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED